The Boss's Dinner
Kim Namhu drove his cock deep into her still-warm pussy with a powerful thrust.
Jang Sun-young had squeezed her ass with all her strength to satisfy him.
It was a Kegel exercise meant to turn a woman into a meingi.
Because Kim Namhu was fucking her from behind, she could feel every twitch and ripple of her own anus moving.
At the same time, the walls of her pussy clenched fiercely around his shaft, squeezing him tight.
It was the technique that had made her a Ten-Pro Ace.
Her pussy shook as if vibrating, gripping his cock with rhythmic force.
A man who could handle such a tight hole was rare.
Kim Namhu felt good.
A pussy like this was something he wanted to fuck every day for the rest of his life.
And the technique was also a burden to Jang Sun-young.
When the cock and pussy stayed pressed together, it meant pleasure for her as well.
She realized her body was growing weaker with each passing moment.
It was fortunate that she no longer had to move, that it was a back-fucking position.
Jang Sun-young concentrated all her strength on her pussy.
With the resolve to send him off first, she threw herself into the sex.
And that was hard.
Kim Namhu skillfully kneaded her breasts with his hands while burying his cock to the hilt inside her.
When the tip poked and prodded her cervix, Jang Sun-young had no choice but to let out a woman's moan.
When he lowered his hand and pinched her clit during insertion, she reached her peak.
When her body trembled with orgasm, Kim Namhu came inside her with a satisfied sigh.
While receiving his thick, sticky load, Jang Sun-young enjoyed the pleasure of being a woman.
If he hadn't had a vasectomy, this would have been a sticky, creampie sex that would have left her pregnant.
**
After that, several more rounds of sex continued.
Originally Kim Namhu would fuck until the woman came, but today he fucked until he came.
And strangely, he even masturbated to orgasm, yet Jang Sun-young looked more than satisfied.
After sex ended, the two took a short break on the living-room sofa.
While waiting for her strength to return, Jang Sun-young said,
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I am.”
Sex was intense exercise.
Especially when Kim Namhu started, he kept going until the woman was exhausted, and even his young, healthy body felt the fatigue.
“Tonight, eat dinner and go.”
“Delivery?”
“No. My daughter cooked something she said thanks for. A man living alone always misses home-cooked food, she said.”
Kim Namhu smiled and nodded.
That statement was not wrong at all.
One of the most classic ways to charm a single man.
He still remembered how Ha Ji-yeon had cooked for him once.
Jang Sun-young had simple stew boiling and side dishes ready the moment her strength returned.
Preparing the meal was quick—just scooping rice from the cooker.
Because of the rough sex, the rice tasted even better to Kim Namhu.
He ate it down with gusto, pleased to see Jang Sun-young smiling.
“Delicious?”
“Extremely.”
“Even though it’s my daughter, I’m curious. Who she takes after to cook so well.”
“Maybe. If Sun-young learns to cook, she’ll get good at it too.”
Jang Sun-young laughed.
“Never mind. At my age, how much would I even use what I learn? I’d just order out and spend money.”
She changed the subject.
“My daughter is very different from me. She’s good at studies and cooking and knows nothing about men. But she’s still my daughter, so she must take after someone?”
“What could that be?”
“She’ll be good at sex, won’t she? Her body is similar, and she’s much younger, so maybe even tastier.”
“Clap!”
Kim Namhu nearly choked on his rice.
After drinking water and calming down, he said,
“I’m the one who came first, Sun-young. I won’t do anything that’s too hard for you.”
“That’s sweet coming from a woman. I want my daughter to know the joy of being a woman. I’m a bit conflicted too. There are no men like you.”
Jang Sun-young was a woman who lived hard and swore she would never be a mother.
Seeing that made Jang Sun-young feel a little sad.
It was a shame her flower-like youth had been spent only studying.
She wasn’t saying she wanted her to enter the nightlife like she had, but she hoped her daughter would meet a good man and experience the joy of being a woman.
Jang Sun-young knew how important it was for a woman to know the pleasure of being one.
So she said,
“If the chance comes and your heart feels it, just do it. Keep it a secret from me. It’s no problem, right?”
Kim Namhu didn’t know what to say to such a direct Jang Sun-young.
**
Jang Sun-young’s work was being handled smoothly when another woman created a new problem.
This time it wasn’t a regular client.
It was simply Han Ki-ju, the owner and CEO of The Queen, who had declared through Lee Sang-soo that they were having a dinner party together.
When the boss announced a dinner party, none of the hosts below could refuse.
This time the party was held at a high-class restaurant with a female chef.
Han Ki-ju raised her wine glass first and said,
“Tonight is finally the celebration of the new divinity that appeared at The Queen. We just hit No. 1 monthly sales, but it’s nice to have a rare new face after always competing among the same old No. 1s. A host bar is supposed to keep bringing in new faces, right? Customers like the fresh faces, and hosts like earning money. Eat whatever you want tonight because I’m in a good mood.”
In truth, Han Ki-ju was running the host bar just for fun and didn’t care much if the business was successful.
Her only interest was Kim Namhu, and this table had been arranged to celebrate him.
“Cheers!”
At her words, all the hosts raised their wine glasses and shouted cheers.
They ordered whatever they felt like from the busy waiters.
As always, the close-knit hosts gathered at one table to drink and talk comfortably.
The only table that felt tense was the one where the boss, main, and three Aces sat.
At that table, Choi Moon-ho’s mouth was smiling but his eyes were not.
The four men were doing everything they could to flatter the boss.
Kim Namhu sat quietly next to Cha Ji-hoon, slicing his steak while watching the table where Han Ki-ju sat.
The main laughing like a host for the first time in a long time was amusing.
Jang Hyo-woon was leading the conversation as usual, and Oh Chang-won, who never cared about others, was groveling to the boss.
Choi Moon-ho’s hidden frustration was the most entertaining sight.
‘I never thought I’d see this face again in this lifetime.’
In his previous life, Kim Namhu was just an ordinary host at The Queen who never stood out.
Choi Moon-ho had always been the best, and he would never have shown this kind of face in the old days.
‘And yet I see it again in this life.’
The expression on Han Ki-ju’s face right now was exactly that.
Even in his previous life Kim Namhu had seen her a few times, but she always wore the same bored, uninterested look.
She was not the girl whose eyes sparkled with life.
The spark in her eyes had come from unhealthy places, but it was definitely what gave her energy.
And Han Ki-ju noticed Kim Namhu too.
Their eyes met.
Han Ki-ju gave a playful eye-smile.
It was the kind of smile that said “I did something good for you, so acknowledge it.”
‘That’s all it would do.’
Kim Namhu had no interest in the Ace rank.
It only came with the extra money he was chasing anyway.
When he became an Ace, he would also get the jealousy and hassle that came with it.
Holding a dinner party just to keep eyes on him was nothing but annoying.
Han Ki-ju told the men at her table,
“By the way, the star of tonight’s dinner party isn’t here. The table is already full. Adding another chair would be too cramped.”
It seemed Han Ki-ju wanted to sit beside Kim Namhu and drink comfortably.
Just before Lee Sang-soo could rise to announce it, Choi Moon-ho stood up first.
“Then I’ll excuse myself. My stomach feels a little off tonight.”
The man who never missed the boss’s side at dinner parties was suddenly leaving.
The reason was simple.
If Kim Namhu came, his pride would only be hurt more.
“Okay. Then go ahead.”
The moment Han Ki-ju gave permission, Choi Moon-ho stood and walked to an empty seat at another host table.
Han Ki-ju smiled and waved for Kim Namhu to come sit next to her.
Kim Namhu let out a small sigh and moved.
Han Ki-ju looked at him and said,
“Namhu. From now on, when we have dinners, you sit beside me. The other guys just get boring.”
“Understood.”
“Huh. Formal speech? Weren’t we friends?”
“This is a private setting, and dinner is a public one, isn’t it?”